Today I ventured out for a solo adventure and ended up at Red Rocks, up the Johnsrud Park Road off of highway 200. Along the way I checked out day use spots along the Blackfoot River, meandered around different rocky beaches, and took my time checking out new pockets of beauty.
While sitting beside the river I wrote this:
As the Blackfoot River saunters by
smoothing over red tinged rocks,
worn jagged with the passing of time,
I have a greater sense
that it just doesn’t get much better than this –
basking in the sun, toes covered in sand.
How is it that I can ever let even one moment slip by
without gratitude for this rich, sacred land
that is forever pulsing and swaying,
flowing and growing,
watching and waiting,
in the soft folds of each day’s passing?
The above feather is a great treasure I found today in the woods.